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Saturday, 8 January 2022

The Town by Anne Barrett Rouse

You arrive at a ruined barn,
pocked and flecked with lichen;
dried stalks of hemlock levelling like spears.
This is the town when it first eyes you.

A couple of pre-war shops, wares assorted.
Frantic in the sea breeze, a banner for a fete;
trays of novelettes whitening with rain.
The town that will turn a penny, if it must.

Then there’s the town that pleases itself
between yellow cliffs, stucco and ragstone.
Whether passing through or asleep in a doorway,
on trickling afternoons you vanish, quite.

But this town fades too, in its salt mist,
part of an endlessness that comes and goes,
glimpsed through the aspens:
a silvered blue, half-indistinct from sky.

From: https://www.acumen-poetry.co.uk/anne-rouse/

Date: 2021

By: Anne Barrett Rouse (1954- )